Steady Chords

They pick up a guitar,

easily tuning it to make sure

it gives off the best sound it can.

Sitting down, they begin

to strum the chords.

 

Tunes flow from 

the strings of the guitar

like water flowing off a waterfall.

 

The rhythm strums

steadily like rain

patting the roof during

a spring shower.

 

Notes flow gently

through the air,

breaking the still silence

with a melody of sounds

so pleasant to the ear.

 

Time seams to stand

still as we sway to the

music that creeps its way

into our bones and

makes us feel lighter than air.

 

This guitar brings us a

sensation of peace as we

lose ourselves with

every strum of the pick.

 

A talented mind that’s

able to play each song

like no thought goes into it at all,

like it’s able to simply

flow from the fingers

rather than the mind.

 

The deepest bellows and

the highest pitches

complement each other in

a perfect yen and yang of

sound that echoes through the room,

sending vibrations

from all directions.

 

A warmth washes over us,

as if the songs can

give off a comforting heat.

 

The sounds from the guitar

gently fade out, and

welcome in a still quiet.

 

The sound is gone,

but the feeling still lasts,

as if never stopping

and continuing forever.

 

The room gradually comes back

to a steady position,

the euphoria of music still

deep inside them.

 

They stand up, leave the guitar,

and walk out of the room.

And there we are,

right where we started.